Summary

There is no place on our territory so closely linked to the Holocaust as Terezín. Our pilgrim wanders its streets and meets locals who would prefer to forget the grim history of their town, after all, it was "only four years". But even though the former ghetto is barely remembered, the effort to forget is not yet bringing the town back to life. So why has Terezín become a ghost town? And to what extent does its bleak present mirror our approach to Jewish suffering as such?